What a night! - Sex Stories

What a night!

... against me. Softly kissing my collar bone. He moves up and kisses me on the lips. I stand up ready to walk away. He stands up with me and backs me up against the table. "We're not done here," he says. I smile. That's exactly what I was hoping he'd say. He turns me around and I bend over the table. The coldness of it against my body causes me to enhale deeply. He lifts my skirt so it's folded over my back, leaving me completely exposed. He runs his hands over my bum, down my thighs and back up again. He spreads my legs slightly allowing access to my sensitive spots. He begins rubbing my clit. This has my breathing picking up. I place my hands flat on the table and push myself back against his hand. Asking for more. He pinches my clit between his fingers and I moan. Not softly this time, more like a growl. This excites him and he enters me. "Oh, god," I moan. "Fuck me hard! Please!" I beg. He does. He slams so hard that the whole table moves. I beg some more. "Harder!" He is thrusting so hard I feel like I can barely take it. But honestly, I want more. I want him so far inside me I think it may be impossible. I start to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I thrust backwards urging him on. I beg for more. I need more. ...

... His hand moves up to my shoulder for better grip. I turn my head slightly and suck one of his fingers. I bite down. This makes him thrust even harder. I suck it again as my whole body starts to shake. He continues thrusting as hard as possible. My orgasm begins. I still beg for him to fuck me harder. I moan loudly. I bite my lip. I thrust hard back against him as the orgasm hits. My whole body convulses. My knees buckle. It's just as well I'm bent over the table or I'd be a heap on the floor by now. His grip on my shoulders tighten as he follows me into orgasm. With a final few thrusts, it's over. Spent, I just stay there, bent over the table. He pulls out of me and delicately pulls my skirt back down. He lifts his trousers and sits down. After a few minutes my legs regain some strength. I find the rest of my clothes and start putting them back on. I have to tie my shirt closed, seeing as I ripped it before. I look over at him watching me. It's strange. This morning I didn't know this guy. How quickly things change. There's only one thing left to do now. "What's your name?" I ask him. "Dean," he replies. "Nice to meet you, Dean," I say. At that, I wink and leave him sitting there. I do have work to do after all.